Gathering: Halloween Gala

[concierge]

A large, decorative sign situated prominantly in the lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents its
ANNUAL HALLOWEEN GALA

Formal Reception
Nexus Dining Hall
6 PM - Midnight

Monster Mixer
Nexus Basement
8 PM - 2 AM

Masquerade attire recommended for all guests

Most of the chairs have been removed from the Dining Hall to allow for ballroom-style dancing to the orchestra set up on the far end of the room. A polished cherry wood open bar is aligned along one wall. The adjacent Bistro is open for the duration of the formal reception, serving gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

Downstairs, the basement's largest storeroom has been converted into a spooky nightclub, complete with DJ, dance floor and cocktails.

Comments

[themadmanwithabox]

The Doctor opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again, all the while processing the best response that won't get him smacked or glared at or glowered at, he does hate the glowering. "She gives me oxygen, I water her, it's a mutually beneficial divorce."

[legendthatwas]

Martha did not glower, she merely looked sceptical as hell. Which was pretty classic Martha Jones, and the Doctor really should have anticipated as such. "I thought you didn't need that much oxygen," she said, and by now she was just teasing the hell out of him.

[themadmanwithabox]

"The next time I get an oxygen-breathing companion, I'll be sure to let them know your opinion on my caring for the environment," he retorts with too much pomp and circumstance, which is the sign he's teasing right back.

[legendthatwas]

Martha considered making a teasing comment about how he picked up those like ordinary people picked up the Metro on the Tube, but decided, before she said it, that it was too cruel. "I'm sure they won't mind when they hear about your appalling treatment of your plant spouse," she said instead, with a wink and a clear silly drawl on appalling that made it clear she wasn't appalled at all.